Chapter 1:
All I can see now is the sky all clear and blue and what the frack am I lying down on? It feels like water, but then how am I on top of it and what's on my wrist? It looks like… a torpedo launcher? And these things on my upper arms are naval cannons, and I've got boats on my feet. And more torpedoes on my legs. There's something on my back as well, but I can't see it from here.
I try to get up. I got my left foot under me when I realized that this was going to be like skating and I fell back on my butt. After a few attempts, I finally stand. For what felt like hours I look around, sure that there would be an ANYTHING around here, but no just me and this water. I just started sailing in a direction, using my boat boot things like skates. I went hours before I saw an island.
.
I beached myself on the small island, the stereotypical kind of tropical island where there's a coconut tree surrounded by a small patch of sand, barely big enough for five people. I took off my backpack, which looked like a smokestack with some crap sticking out of it. If I had a distress signal in this crap, I could get some help. My stomach was growling. I looked at the tree. No coconuts.
After the sunset, I hear something. Planes. Propeller planes. I might get saved! I stood up and screamed at the top of my lungs "AHOY AIRCRAFT, AHOY!" They continued as if they didn't see me.
It was then and there that it finally piled on me. I was alone. Just like before. And now I'm going to die alone. No one to help you. No one even to clean up your corpse. You are going to die here, alone. I cry myself to sleep, half worrying, half wishing, that I may never wake up.